Chapter 13.1
After returning to the Taiwei Sect, Feng Shao began to refine the Fire Protection Pill non-stop.
As soon as he walked into the Alchemy Pavilion, a rough voice came from inside.
“Oh! Isn’t this our Feng Holy Son? What kind of wind brought you here? Our Alchemy Pavilion can’t afford to entertain such a big man like you.”
Feng Shao looked toward the sound and saw a middle-aged man in his forties looking at him unkindly.
The middle-aged man had a beard and was wearing a rather dirty blue robe. He was bare-chested and had a belly that looked like he had been pregnant for six months. He looked somewhat like a Maitreya Buddha, a bearded Maitreya Buddha.
Feng Shao looked at the other party and couldn’t help but smile wryly.
“Elder Zhu, who are you making fun of with such a sinister attitude?”
Elder Zhu snorted coldly.
“You boy, what did you say when you tricked me to go up the mountain? What about the spirit fire you mentioned? What about the pill recipes? I’ve been in the Alchemy Pavilion for so long! Are you just fooling me with these things that can’t be put on the table?”